As told by Gob, a nameless goblin from a Simnel Scullery

Hume, the man that had made the mold and watched as the Creator filled it, walked to his king. This king, Firebeard Rockthrone, had earned his name from the building of his kingdom and capital atop such a dangerous and unpredictable mountain of fire.

“Ho there, Rockthrone,” Hume said. “I call on this one to be true to its word. I name myself Mold Sparkblade in honor of this that I have wrought, and I demand that you honor your word and surrender your keep and your name.”

Rockthrone was crafty, though, and he refused Sparkblade. “Give this one the opportunity to let the Creator forge me a blade in turn,” he said. “If the Creator forge me not a blade of equal skill, my name and my throne I surrender to you, Sparkblade. But if the Creator does, a nameless and throne less Hume will you leave this hall.”

Sparkblade was not without cunning himself, as his forging of the hot blade (with Creator’s help) had shown. So he countered: “O Rockthrone, I accept your offer with but this addition: if Creator bestow you with blade and me as well, clearly he look upon us with equal favor. Let the contest be sword against sword, then.”

Agreeing, Rockthrone went to the non-fire mountains and prepared his own mold, which he allowed water to run into and freeze. But, clever human that he was, he also prepared an exact duplicate that was made of glass and would not melt. This he brought to the fire mountain, thinking that it would at a stroke shatter the flimsy hardened lava of his challenger.

“Behold the great favor which the Creator shows me,” speaketh Rockthrone, “a sword of snow and ice which does not melt, though my hands be warm and my throne be warmer. Strike a stroke against this, usurper Hume, and see upon whom the Creator truly smiles.”

Mold Sparkblade struck the blow. His sparkling blade, made of the solid dark waters of the night which some call obsidian, shattered the glass sword. He took up the king, and tossed him into the fire mountain, with no kingdom and no name at his death and therefore doomed. The blade he named Snowslayer, and it was an heirloom of that one’s kingdom for many years.

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